Luo Qian nodded. "Very good. I trust you, Young Master Bai." Bai Zisheng thought Luo Qian was about to give him the antidote, but Luo Qian pulled it back. "Someone, have Young Master Bai write an IOU." Bai Zisheng was trembling too badly to write. Holding back their laughter, the bodyguards wrote the IOU, took his hand, and pressed his fingerprint onto it.
"Phew." Luo Qian blew on the still-wet ink, nodded in satisfaction, then folded the IOU and put it away. "That's Three Hundred Thousand, after all." Only then did he pour the antidote down Bai Zisheng's throat. Master Basmo's antidote truly worked. Bai Zisheng gulped it down, and within moments, the color returned to his face. Luo Qian waved with a smile. "Take him back." The bodyguards had been with Luo Qian long enough to know exactly what he meant. He had not said to take Bai Zisheng home, only to "take him back." Back where? To Feng Feitian's planet, of course. Some of the bodyguards escorted Bai Zisheng there, protecting him openly while keeping him under guard.
More than half of the twenty-odd bandits on the ground were dead. Only seven or eight still drew breath. Luo Qian walked up to one of them with a smile. "Do you know who I am?" The man had lost a leg and had blood all over his face. He rolled his eyes. "Are you famous?" Luo Qian was struck speechless. He was famous in the Immortal Realm, and he would be famous in the Saint Realm someday, but for now...
"I only asked because I wanted to tell you who I am..." "Not interested!" Knowing he was going to die, the bandit wanted to play the hero to the end and cut Luo Qian off. Luo Qian was a